Saturday, September 29, 2012

A Plea For Liberty by Robert G Ingersoll

Music:Evanthia Reboutsika﻿ -We will meet again

Robert Green Ingersoll on Liberty(1838-1899)

I know not what discoveries, what inventions, what thoughts may leap from the brain of the world. I know not what garments
of glory may be woven by the years to come. I cannot dream of the victories to be won upon the fields of thought; but I do
know, that coming from the infinite sea of the future, there will never touch this "bank and shoal of time" a richer gift, a rarer
blessing than liberty for man, for woman, and for child.

I would not wish to live in a world where I could not express my honest opinions.
Men who deny to others the right of speech are not fit to live with honest men.
A man has a right to work with his hands, to plow the earth, to sow the seed, and
that man has a right to reap the harvest. If we have not that right, then all are slaves
except those who take these rights from their fellow-men.

If you have the right to work
with your hands and to gather the harvest for yourself and your children, have you not
a right to cultivate your brain? Have you not the right to read, to observe, to investigate —
and when you have so read and so investigated, have you not the right to reap that field?

And what is it to reap that field? It is simply to express what you have ascertained —
simply to give your thoughts to your fellow-men.
If there is one subject in this world worthy of being discussed, worthy of being understood,
it is the question of intellectual liberty. Without that, we are simply painted clay; without
that, we are poor, miserable serfs and slaves.
For thousands of years people have been trying to force other people to think their way.
Did they succeed? No. Will they succeed? No. Why? Because brute force is not an argument.

Liberty cannot be sacrificed for the sake of anything.Yet some people would destroy the sun to prevent the growth of weeds. Liberty sustains the same relation to all the virtues that the sun does to life.
Standing in the presence of the Unknown, all have the same right to think, and all are equally interested
in the great questions of origin and destiny. All I claim, all I plead for, is liberty of thought and expression.

That is all. I do not pretend to tell what is absolutely true, but what I think is true. I do not pretend to tell all the truth.
I do not claim that I have floated level with the heights of thought, or that I have descended to the very depths of things.
I simply claim that what ideas I have, I have a right to express; and that any man who denies that right to me is an
intellectual thief and robber.
I am a believer in liberty.To give to every other human being every right
that I claim for myself, and I grant to every other human being, not the right — because it is
his right — but instead of granting I declare that it is his right, to attack every doctrine that
I maintain, to answer every argument that I may urge .

I will not attack your doctrines nor your creeds if they accord liberty to me. If they hold thought to be dangerous - if they aver that doubt is a crime, then I attack them one and all, because they enslave the minds of men.
They say to me, do you know more than all the theologians dead? Being a perfectly modest man
I say I think I do. Now we have come to the conclusion that every man has a right to think.

Would God
give a bird wings and make it a crime to fly? Would he give me brains and make it a crime to think?
Any God that would damn one of his children for the expression of his honest thought wouldn't
make a decent thief.
Most men are followers, and implicitly rely upon the judgment of others. They mistake solemnity
for wisdom, and regard a grave countenance as the title page and Preface to a most learned volume.

So they are easily imposed upon by forms, strange garments, and solemn ceremonies. And when
the teaching of parents, the customs of neighbors, and the general tongue approve and justify a belief
or creed, no matter how absurd, it is hard even for the strongest to hold the citadel of his soul. In each
country, in defence of each religion, the same arguments would be urged.
Why should man be afraid to think, and why should he fear to express his thoughts?
Is it possible that an infinite Deity is unwilling that a man should investigate the phenomena by which he is surrounded?

Is it possible that a god delights in threatening and terrifying men? What glory, what honor and renown a god must win
on such a field! The ocean raving at a drop; a star envious of a candle; the sun jealous of a fire-fly. You cannot change the conclusion of the brain by torture; nor by social ostracism. But I will tell you what you can do by these, and what you have done.

You can make hypocrites by the million. You can make a man say that he has changed his mind; but he remains of the same opinion still. Put fetters all over him; crush his feet in iron boots; stretch him to the last gasp upon the holy rack; burn him, if you please, but his ashes will be of the same opinion still.
The greatest men the world has produced have known but little. They had a few facts, mingled with mistakes without number. In some departments they towered above their fellows, while in others they fell below the common level of mankind.

Volumes might be written upon the follies of great men. A full rounded man — a man of sterling sense and natural logic — is just as rare as a great painter, poet, or sculptor. If you tell your friend that he is not a painter, that he has no genius for poetry, he will probably admit the truth of what you say, without feeling that he has been insulted in the least. But if you tell him that he is not a logician, that he has but little idea of the value of a fact, that he has no real conception of what evidence is, and that he never had an original thought in his life, he will cut your acquaintance.
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. Men are not superior by reason
of the accidents of race or color. They are superior who have the best heart — the best brain.

The superior man is the providence of the inferior. He is eyes for the blind, strength for the weak, and
a shield for the defenseless. He stands erect by bending above the fallen. He rises by lifting others.

The life and death of Christ are worth the example, the moral force,
the heroism of benevolence.
Whoever has an opinion of his own, and honestly expresses it, will be guilty of heresy and blasphemy.They have not thought and suffered and died in vain.They have extend the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought. What is real blasphemy?
Blasphemy is what an old mistake says of
a newly discovered truth.

Blasphemy is what a withered last year's leaf
says to a this year's bud.

Blasphemy is the bulwark of religious prejudice.
Blasphemy is the breastplate of the heartless.

No man can blaspheme a book. No man can commit blasphemy
by telling his honest thought. No man can blaspheme a God.
The Infinite cannot be blasphemed.

To live on the unpaid labor of other men
that is blasphemy.

To enslave your fellow-man, to put chains
upon his body — that is blasphemy.

To enslave the minds of men, to put manacles
upon the brain,padlocks upon the lips —that is blasphemy.

To deny what you believe to be true, to admit to be true
what you believe to be a lie — that is blasphemy.

To strike the weak and unprotected, in order that you
may gain the applause of the ignorant and superstitious
mob — that is blasphemy.

To persecute the intelligent few, at the command of
the ignorant many — that is blasphemy.

To forge chains, to build dungeons, for your honest
fellow-men — that is blasphemy.
To violate your conscience — that is blasphemy.

The jury that gives an unjust verdict, and the judge
who pronounces an unjust sentence, are blasphemers.
The man who bows to public opinion against his better
judgment and against his honest conviction, is a blasphemer.
And now the question arises, what is worship? Who is a worshiper?
Good, honest, faithful work, is worship. The man who ploughs the fields and fells the forests; the man who works in mines, the man who battles with the winds and waves out on the wide sea, controlling the commerce of the world; these men are worshipers. The man who goes into the forest, leading his wife by the hand, who builds him a cabin, who makes a home in the wilderness, who helps to people and civilize and cultivate a continent, is a worshiper.

Whoever increases the sum of human joy, is a worshiper. He who adds to the sum of human misery, is a blasphemer.
No statute can ever convince me, that there is any infinite Being in this universe who hates an honest man. It is impossible to satisfy me that there is any God, or can be any God, who holds in abhorrence a soul that has the courage to express his thought. Neither can the whole world convince me that any man should be punished, either in this world or in the next, for being candid with his fellow-men.

If you send men to the penitentiary for speaking their thoughts, for endeavoring to enlighten their fellows, then the penitentiary will become a place of honor, and the victim will step from it — not stained, not disgraced, but clad in robes of glory.Let us take one more step.

What is holy, what is sacred? I reply that human happiness is holy, human rights are holy. The body and soul of man — these are sacred.

What we want is the truth, and does any one suppose that all of the truth is confined in one book — that the mysteries of the whole world are explained by one volume?
All that is — all that conveys information to man — all that has been produced by the past — all that now exists — should be considered by an intelligent man. All the known truths of this world — all the philosophy, all the poems, all the pictures, all the statues, all the entrancing music — the prattle of babes, the lullaby of mothers, the words of honest men, the trumpet calls to duty — all these make up the bible of the world — everything that is noble and true and free, you will find in this great book.

About Me

I think that meditative and inspiring thoughts and words have the power to start a fire in a person's life. It can alter the way we see ourselves. It can change the way we see the world.
It dares us to break free from the safe strategies of the cautious mind; it calls to us, like the wild geese, as Mary Oliver would say, from an open sky. It is a magical art, and always has been -- a making of language spells designed to open our eyes, open our doors and welcome us into a bigger world, one of possibilities we may never have dared to dream of.
I’ve found that the best way to reconnect with how beautiful life can be is to give something away. It doesn’t have to be anything material. It can be a compliment, a smile, or a positive intention or thought for someone else. Sometimes the greatest gift you can give is sincerely giving your presence.
symphonyforlove@gmail.com

This is my symphony

To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich;
to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages,with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently,
await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.WILLIAM HENRY CHANNING.

The language of Beauty

It’s amazing to me how when I stop
the incessant mental chatter, and
actually just see things, I am
blown away by how beautiful they are.
The trees swaying, the leaves blowing
around on the ground, the waves
crashing on the shore. The simplest
of things have the most profound beauty.

My task which I am trying to achieve is,by
the power of the written word, to make you
hear, to make you feel — it is, before all,
to make you see. That — and no more, and
it is everything.
If I succeed, you shall find there according
to your deserts: encouragement, consolation,
fear, charm — all you demand; and, perhaps,
also that glimpse of truth for which you
have forgotten to ask.Joseph Conrad

Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature,
brings back the freshness of youthful feelings,
reviews the relish of simple pleasures, keeps
unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the springtime
of our being, refines youthful love, strengthens our
interest in human mature, by vivid delineations of
its tenderest and softest feelings, and through
the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps
faith to lay hold on the future life. William Ellery Channing

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day. Emily Dickinson

Better than a thousand
Hollow words
Is one word that brings peace.
Better than a thousand
Hollow verses
Is one verse that brings peace.

Better than a hundred
Hollow lines
Is one line of the law, Bringing peace.
It is better to conquer yourself
Than to win a thousand battles;
Then the victory is yours.Buddha

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights;
and you have yours.

But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love,
belong to all of us, in all times and in all places.

Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions
in their universality.H. A. Overstreet

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth,
where moth and rust consume and where thieves
break in and steal, but lay up for yourself
treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.Jesus

Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were
a bird I would fly about the earth seeking
the successive autumns.George Eliot

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He who would learn to fly one day
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